Watame Face の小説・ストーリー

she went to Tama and picked her up in her arms, “You were busy playing a game on your phone and happily left my baby alone, look at how sad and aggrieved she looks,” Tama made an all the more pitiable face. Kids these days!!... though Tama was almost always tomboyish, but when she wanted something she knew better than anyone on how to comport herself aptly, she would make a cute doll face, blink her big round eyes multiple times like some cute Disney princess, her expressions and smile could charm the most evil person on this planet. Once she looked at you with those big, beautiful adorable eyes and that killer cute smile, you’d be ready to blast mountains to get her that rarest of rare diam

Khione frowned, getting ready to shield Arte with her body. But Arte herself? She slowly gazed up, her face a blank canvas. She stared directly into the woman's eyes as if she had no fear of death. A thrill ran through Ayame's body, and behind the mask, a grin tore across her face "It seems I made the right choice", she said clearly before dropping to one knee, her eyes never leaving Arte's.

Two mortified faces with looks of surprise gazed at me as I came down with the door slamming against the ground and the stuff in the wardrobe falling on me before I smashed my face on the wood and the pain seared through my face making me twist my nose and I raised my head taking in their expressions. "Hi, I am Amara, Orian's soulmate, you look pretty older lady and you too Orian, Both of you." My words were flustered as I held their gazes with a smile, peering at them with blood trickling down my nostril. Ooops!

“So could the building.” Another attacker lunged at Hayate. Ayame seized a metal tray and struck the creature across the face. It turned towards her with blood running from its mouth. Water burst from the emergency pipes above us. It stopped in the air. Ayame stood beneath it with one hand raised. The suspended water twisted into a narrow whip and slammed the attacker through the observation window. Glass shattered. Ayame stared at her own hand. “I did not mean to do that.” Hayate fired at the remaining creature. “Please mean to do it again.”

And I saw it. A face. Not human. Not fully wolf. It was mine. Staring straight at me.

Isaac rolled over and smiled at me before he noticed the discomfort on my face. “I’m sorry, Astra. Would you like me to turn around until you can phase?” If I am going to be mated to anyone, especially Isaac, I need to get over my self doubt. “It is alright if you watch me phase.” I gulped and started the change. My shoulders slimmed, my penis receded, my breasts formed, and, lastly, my face softened. I always kept my hair long. “Astra, you are beautiful and perfect in every way!”

I look up into the most beautiful eyes, which are accompanied by the most photogenic face. I see a strong jaw, light stubble trailing across slightly tanned skin, a straight angular nose, long brown eyelashes and sparkling ocean blue eyes. I gasp in amazement and shock. I'm greeted with an award winning smile! 'Mate!' My wolf howls, bounces from paw to paw. 'Mate!' Oh shit! Not now!!

Whenever people see me it's as if they've been either splashed in the face with water but He stared at me blankly, eventually looking to his sister. "This is my classmate, Ama... ah, which one should I use?" "Amamiya... if it's easier." "Amamiya-san." Katsumi explained. "... Hello." He dipped his head, and I did the same. Jesus, why does his voice sound so nice and polite like a typical kuudere character? He was so polite it was hard to feel seriously peeved on behalf of Katsumi. What the hell is wrong with me seriously? I can't help being a sucker for voices.

I whispered, my voice sounding weak and entirely hollow even to my own ears. Then I heard him. My wolf. A single, booming word echoed through my mind, shaking my entire consciousness. Mate. I froze, the water spraying over my soaked hair. Mate. My eyes widened in the dim light of the bathroom. "What mate?" Mate. "That's impossible." Mate. I shook my head violently, trying to clear the voice. "I don't believe in that nonsense." Mates don't exist. Mate. My wolf ignored every logical thought I tried to throw at him. The voice only grew louder, more desperate, and more demanding with every second.

It's only been a week. "I'll see you." He waves before retreating. Hiro waves back and waits for him to be gone before deciding to climb up. He hasn't made his first step yet when another guy blocks his line of vision, with the same energy the stranger from a while ago—the one following him—was emitting. But he knows who this guy is. It's Jun Masamoto. Tall, and handsome, with masculine features and textbook brown eyes that turns gold every time he doesn't get what he wants. He's a werewolf.